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I slide a bit deeper, her breath blowing in my ear.

“All right?” I ask her, stilling again, my head dropping into the cradle of her neck. I’m fighting every urge to bury myself inside her.

I just came, but my body is strung so taut, I feel like I could break.

“I’m good, Triston,” she whispers in my ear. “Finish it.”

With one quick thrust, I bury myself to the hilt. Holy fuck, she feels so good I never want this to end.

“Honeyeh,” I groan. “Sweetheart.” I drag in a ragged breath. One of her hands skates down my back, her fingertips light.

Is she comforting me? She places a light kiss just behind my ear, her nose brushing my lobe. “I know.”

Does she? Does she have any idea what’s she’s doing to me?

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Honeyeh

My insides burnas Triston stretches me, and I bury my face into the crook of his shoulder.

Because as much as it hurts, I don’t want him to stop.

This moment was meant to be his. I’ve never felt more certain, more joined to a person than I am with him, and when I think about how this night could have gone…

I hold him tighter, wrapped around him, I start to worry that I’m hurting him.

But he seems fine as he pulls out of me and then slowly pushes back in.

We’re out of the water, but the shower is so warm with the steam, my head swims a bit.

As he sinks back in, the pain lessens and my muscles relax, which makes it hurt even less. Noted. The key is less tension.

I ease back, leaning into the wall. From here, we’re face to face, the cords of his neck so taut, they look as though they might snap.

Without thinking, I run my hands over them to ease them.

“Honeyeh,” he grits out. “Are you comforting me?”

My hooded eyes assess him, and I smile. “You look tense.”

His answer is to lean over and kiss me, his tongue sliding between my lips as he pulls out again and sinks back in, no pain at all this time.

I thread my fingers into his hair, holding him closer as I kiss him back.

“Jesus Christ,” he grits out between two kisses.

But my eyes snap open. “Everything all right?” I whisper against his lips. I want him to feel the way I feel about this. Which is likely a ridiculous ask. He’s my first and only. I know this is different for me. Triston, in this moment, is my everything.

For him I am just…

“Honeyeh,” he groans into my mouth. “You feel so good, luv.”

My eyes close as I arch to take more of him in. He feels good too. And not just inside me. It’s his mouth, the feel of his muscular shoulders under my hand, the way his body supports mine.

He’s got his hands under my ass as he lifts me again and then slides me back down his shaft, filling me once again.

This time it feels good, the slide sparking pleasure all through me. I let out a small moan, my head tipping back, exposing my neck to his lips.